InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Contest Two ❯ Human Nature ( Chapter 9 )

Story Title: Human Nature

Author: Cymarel

Disclaimer: Lalala! I can't hear myself saying it! I dont own Miroku...or Sesshoumaru... or Kouga...or Naraku...or any of those sexy people's companions...darnedit. Lalala!

Story Summary: Kagome overreacts after waking up from a twisted nightmare, and, for Miroku, and perhaps Kagome, it all turns out for the better.

Rating: Pg-13

Author's Note: So, its not exactly the worst nightmare ever, in fact its based off one I had last night. And I just had to write it out. Hope its ok!

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- - - Human Nature - - -

It was the middle of the day, no later than one o'clock, and Kagome was already in a panic. Too much was out of order, and she wasn't ready and she only had 6 hours to fix all of it!

A smart person would have sat down, taken a long breath, and thought through the various problems.

Alas, for some reason, Kagome had temporarily lost her mind and was doing none of that. Instead, she was scurrying inside her closet from shoe to shoe in a hopeless attempt to find the one that matched the other blue high heeled shoe she held in her left hand. Had she mentioned the hopelessness of the situation?

Unfortunately, she'd only been able to obtain her pair of black high heeled shoes. She couldn't wear those! They would never match! After all, her dress was a floral blue print on cream halter to...the colors just didn't co-ordinate!

Time rushed ahead and all too soon it was 6:30. Suddenly, the shoe dilemma disappeared only to be replaced with another. She only had one ticket to the dance they were planning to go to that night! It never ever occurred to her that she shouldn't be the one to pay for both tickets.

Seemingly within the next few moments, a car drove up to park in front of her house. Oh no! It was already seven! Miroku had arrived! Kagome was nervous, but highly excited. Until she saw the second person escorted from the car, thanks to Miroku. A lovely young lady.

Well, maybe it was only his...cousin! Or...or some exchange student! Maybe there was some reason. Or...maybe there wasn't. After all, not even Miroku would grope his cousin. Would he?

All three of them were seated at a table. Kagome at the end, Miroku and his guest to her left. Kagome never learned the name of his guest, but she did know that the other lady was gorgeous curled blond hairand dazzling blue eyes - bright enough to challenge the brilliance in her own.

Kagome hadn't noticed before, but somehow she'd changed into a purple-blue dress full of sparkles and little white gloves. She hated little white gloves.

Suddenly, or maybe she'd just never noticed in the beginning, Miroku and his guest were shamelessly flirting and getting quite touchy feely with eachother. It was sickening, and Kagome was extremely jealous. Miroku continually fell into the other girl's lap and whenever Kagome would try to pull him upright, he would fall right back again. After the third time this occurred, Kagome's mother, from some vantage point across the dining room, scolded her for being such a rude hostess.

*I'm not a hostess!* Kagome wanted to shriek, *I'm supposed to be here on a date!*

Instead, he brought another! She could feel unbidden tears spring to her eyes. She'd only finally worked up the courage to ask Miroku out on a date and here, now, everything was ruined! Her vision was blurred. Miroku was calling her name, but she tried to ignore him. Whatever he was going to say would only make it worse.

He was now reaching towards her (the table had strangely enough disappeared) and shaking her by her shoulders.

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Her eyes opened to see Miroku shaking her shoulders.

"You...Miroku...why'd you have to be so...so...cruel!" she shivered, then reached a decision, "bastard..." She slapped him, with as much strangth as a heart broken soul could muster, and he recoiled, perhaps more from shock than from the force. An echo seemed to resound in the following silence, reinforcing the pounding of her heartbeat in her ears.

Blink once. Blink twice. Wait. She wasn't in some fancy restaurant. She wasn't wearing a dress. Everybody didn't hate her. There was no blond girl in sight.

"Oh Kami!" she whispered. "I'm sorry! Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, SORRY! I didn't mean it Miroku! I'm sorry!" She scrambled up onto both feet, towards the sorry looking fellow, his hair fallen out of its naturally tightly bound ponytail. "Oh Miroku, how can I show you I'm sorry!"

Now, Miroku still didn't quite understand why he'd been struck, but if she was going to make an offer like that, he could think of many ways of...repayment.

Kagome was sobbing now, so he, as any gentleman would, took her into his arms. Acting the gentleman he was, he only allowed one to travel dangerously low, the other trying to comfort her with its massaging ministrations.

Soon enough, her sobs turned into hiccups. Hiccups into slight, sharp intakes of breath, and eventually a normal breathing pattern returned. Neither could tell just how much time had passed.

"Miroku?" She looked up hopefully, in anticipation of what she would say next.

"Hm?"

"I am sorry...and if there's any way for me to show it..." She paused.

"Why, actually, yes there is. Do you know anything about massages?"

"Um...a little bit. Why? Do you want me to give you on? I don't want to hurt you...more..."

"No, no, no," he smirked, "You misunderstand. I was thinking I could give you one."

"What? That's all? Um, well, ok."

"Good. Lay down." She turned onto her stomach and laid her head on her hands. "Hm...no, no, no. This is all wrong. I meant lay down on your back." The devious smile had returned. The one that hinted at all sorts of perverted thoughts.

She complied.

He froze, but only for an instant. She complied?! Well, who was he to not take advantage of opportunity?

With a mouthed thank you towards the heavens, he placed both hands at opportune places on her body and began his gentle ministrations. While his hands began in relatively safe places (more than an inch away from any...certain...regions), that could only last for so long and with a minute or so, he was in dangerous territory. He loved curves, he really did. He took this chance to explore those curves before the expectant cry would come and he would be hit over the head.

It never came. He must be dreaming. He knew it. He looked down again, his eyes had previously closed on their own accord, almost expecting to see some monster from a nightmare. After all, nothing in real life could ever be this good. She was still there. "Kagome? Don't hit me."

"Why would I - ?" She started to pose a question, when his lips were suddenly pressed against hers. He wanted her too? Or, was he just playing her as he had all those other women? Did it matter? Now? Could she even think?

But it did matter. It was important to her. Otherwise he would be just like...Inuyasha. Never. No. He was NOT Inuyasha. So...she could just leave it pass for one night. Couldn't she? Please?

She was kissing him back. Her hands had come down from above her head to rest on the tops of his shoulders, one sliding up to caress his cheek, then to the right of his eye and then his ear, making patterns from place to place. It was solace for her, and that was exactly what she needed at the moment.

It was only human nature after all.